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REVIVAL   HYMNS 


COMPILED   BY 

REV.  A.   B.   EARLE, 


REVISED  EDITION. 


BOSTON : 

No.    11    CORNHILL. 
1874:. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1873, 

BY  JAMES  H.  EARLE, 

In  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Wasnington,  I).  C. 


Stereotyped  at  the  Boston  Stereotype  Foundry, 
No.  19  Spring  Lane. 


PREFACE 

TO  THE  EEVISED  EDITION. 


The  Hymns  in  this  work  are  those  which 
are  sought  and  used  in  times  of  religious  in- 
terest. The  compiler  long  felt  the  need  of  a 
small  collection  of  such  hymns ;  so  cheap  that 
all  could  have  them,  and  so  familiar  all  could 
sing  them ;  and  for  that  reason  prepared  the 
original  work.  In  this  revised  edition,  some 
hymns  have  given  place  to  others  that  seem 
to  be  of  more  value  and  power.  Some  of  the 
best  tunes  adapted  to  such  a  work,  have  been 
added,  —  and  the  book  made  more  convenient 
in  size. 

With  the  desire  that  God  would  greatly 
bless  its  use,  the  work  is  re-dedicated  to  all 
whose  prayer  is,  "  O  Lord,  revive  thy  work  !  " 

A.  B.  Eaele. 

Newton,  Mass.,  November,  1872. 


REVIVAL    HYMNS- 


8s,  7s,  4s. 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation  ; 

Grant  iis,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation 

Unless  thou  return  again. 
Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 
We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 

Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted  ; 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 
Lord,  revive  us ! 

All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither  ; 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither; 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 
Lord,  revive  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

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2  CM.       Tune,  «IdoBeUeve» 

1  Can  any  say,  I  do  believe 

On  God's  beloved  Son, 
And  trust  my  soul's  salvation  on 
What  he  in  love  hath  done? 
Chokus.  —  Yes,  I  can  say,  I  do  believe 
On  God's  beloved  Son, 
And  trust  my  soul's  salvation  on 
What  he  in  love  hath  done? 

2  Can  any  say,  my  soul  is  saved 

From  judgment,  death,  and  hell ; 
That  Christ  is  mine  ;  that  I  ere  long 
With  him  above  shall  dwell? 
Cho.  —  Yes,  I  can  say,  my  soul  is  saved,  &c. 

3  Can  any  say,  my  heart  is  fixed, 

Nor  longer  wants  to  roam 
'Mid  scenes  of  vice  and  vanity, 
Where  peace  can  never  come  ? 
Cho.  — Yes,  I  can  say  my  heart  is  fixed,  &c. 

3  CM. 

1  All  that  I  luas  —  my  sin,  my  guilt, 

My  death  —  was  all  my  own  : 
All  that  I  am^  I  owe  to  thee, 
My  gracious  God,  alone. 

2  All  that  I  am,  e'en  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be 
When  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  thee. 

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A  Tune,  "  Depth  of  Mercy.'* 

1  Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear, 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

Chorus.  —  God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ; 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still ; 
Jesus  weeps,  he  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

2  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore. 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

Cho.  —  God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ;  &c. 

5  lis. 

1  I  LOVE  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
I  love  thee,  my  Saviour,  I  love  thee,  my  God  ; 
I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know  ; 
Bat  how  nuich  I  love  thee  I  never  can  show. 

2  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  oh,  wondrous  account ! 
My  joys  are  immortal ;  I  stand  on  the  mount ! 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  Jesus  and  angels,  my  kindred  so  dear. 

3  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  I  am  blest ! 
My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest ! 
Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be  my 

song ; 
Thy  grace  shall  inspire  both  my  heart  and  my 


6  L.M. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes,  though  great,  cannot  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound : 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  My  lips,  vv^ith  shame,  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord  ! 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

7  8s  &   7s.  Tune,  "  Fount." 

1  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 
Chorus.  —  I  love  Jesus  ;  he's  my  Saviour ; 
I  love  Jesus,  yes  I  do  ; 
I  love  Jesus  ;  he's  my  Saviour ; 
Jesus  smiles  and  loves  me  to. 

2  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter. 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  ! 


§  8s  &  6s.       Tune,  "  Garden  Hymn.»» 

1  The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes,  £• 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refresliing  showers  of  grace  divine 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

Which  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  Oh,  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
While  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

Tm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  mansion  there ; 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

9  s.  M. 

1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering  angels  see  ; 
Be  thou  astonished,  oh,  my  soul  I 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

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10  L.  M. 

1  There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen, 

In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 
So  bright  that  all  which  spreads  between 
Is  with  its  radiant  glory  fraught ; 

2  A  land  upon  whose  blissful  shore 

There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain ; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no  more, 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 

3  Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 

With  varying  hues  of  shade  and  light ; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise, 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 

4  There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 

Across  that  calm,  serene  abode  ; 
The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find, 
AVithin  the  Paradise  of  God. 

11  C.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  truth,  oh,  let  me  know 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me  ; 
Its  conquering,  quickening  power  bestow, 
To  set  me  wholly  free. 

2  I  long  to  know  the  depth  and  height. 

To  scan  its  breadth  and  length ; 
Drink  in  its  ocean  of  delight. 
And  triumph  in  its  strength. 

3  It  is  thine  office  to  reveal 

My  Saviour's  wondrous  love  ; 
Oh,  deepen  on  my  heart  thy  seal, 
And  bless  me  from  above. 

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J  2  CM.        Tune,  "  I  do  Believe." 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
Chorus.  —  I  do  believe,  I  now  believe, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me  ; 
And  through  his  blood,  his  precious  blood, 
1  shall  from  sin  be  free. 

2  Dear,  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

3  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Kedeeming  love  has  been  my  theme. 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

13  c.  M. 

1  Salvation  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound  ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears, 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin. 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine. 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around. 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


14  C.  M. 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green. 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  No  chilling  winds,  nor  poisonous  breath. 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

4  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 
J  5  ,  TuwE,  «' Even  Me.»» 

1  Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 

Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free ; 
Showers  the  thirsty  land  refreshing  ; 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me ! 
Chorus.  —  Even  me,  even  me  ! 

Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me ! 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Saviour ! 

Let  me  live  and  cliug  to  thee ; 
For  I'm  longing  for  thy  favor ; 

Whilst  thou  art  calling,  oh,  call  me  ! 
Cho.  —  Even  me,  even  me  ! 

Whilst  thou  art  calling,  oh,  call  me  ! 

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7s. 

1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure  ; 

Save  me  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  forever  flow. 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring. 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death. 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown. 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

L.M. 

1  Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 

He  gently  knocks  —  has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long  —  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn  — 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  HIS  DOOR  rejected  stand. 

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18  L.M. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidst  me  come  to  thee,  — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot,*" 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe,  — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone,  — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 

19  CM. 

1  Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin  ; 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  : 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 


(J  Tune,  "  Gather  at  the  River.'* 

1  Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 

Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod, 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God  ? 
Chorus.  —  Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river, 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Dashing  up  its  silver  spray. 

We  will  walk  and  worship  ever. 

All  the  happy,  golden  day. 

3  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 
Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 

4  Soon  we'll  reach  the  silver  river. 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease  ; 
Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace. 

1  c.  M. 

1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes : 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

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3  Through  duties,  and  through  trials,  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immauuel's  land. 

4  And,  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be,  — 
"  Hinder  me  not ;  "  come,  welcome  death  ; 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

22  I^'  ^'         Tune,  "  Happy  day." 

1  O,  HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God ; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
Chorus.  —  Happy  day,  happy  day,  &c. 

2  'Tis  done  —  the  great  transaction's  done  : 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on. 
Rejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 
Cho.  —  Happy  day,  happy  day,  &c. 

3  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart, 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part. 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 
Cho.  —  Happy  day,  happy  day,  &c. 

4  High  heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear  ; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow. 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 
Cho.  —  Happy  day,  happy  day,  &c. 

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8s  &  7s. 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount  —  I'm  fixed  upon  itj 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer  ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger. 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace.  Lord,  like  a  fetter. 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love : 
Here's  my  heart ;  Oh,  take  and  seal  it  j 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

CM. 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home. 
Name  ever  dear  to  me. 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy  and  peace  and  thee  ? 


2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  wallb 

And  pearly  gates  behold? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  Oh,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end. 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

25  c.  M. 

1  Behold,  I  come  with  joy  to  do 

The  Master's  blessed  will ; 
My  Lord  in  outward  works  pursue, 
And  serve  his  pleasure  still. 

2  Rejoicing  in  my  Lord's  commands, 

I  choose  the  better  part, 
And  serve  with  careful,  busy  hands. 
But  peaceful,  resting  heart. 

3  Oh,  that  the  world  the  art  might  know 

Of  living  thus  to  thee, 
And  find  their  heaven  begun  below. 
And  here  thy  glory  see. 

4  Walking  in  all  the  works  prepared 

To  exercise  their  grace ; 
They  gain  at  last  their  full  reward, 
And  see  thy  glorious  face. 

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26  L.  M. 

1  Eternity  is  just  at  liand  ! 

And  shall  we  waste  our  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  this  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  For  all  an  endless  state  there  is 

.    Of  woe  extreme,  or  perfect  bliss  ; 
And  swift  as  time  fulfills  its  round, 
We  to  that  final  doom  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind  ! 

All  gone  ! — but  where  ?  Ah,  pause  and  see 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity ! 

4  Sinner !  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
Amid  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell? 

Has  death  no  warning  sound  for  thee  ? 
Oh,  turn,  and  to  the  Saviour  flee. 

27  C.  M. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus*  name : 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall. 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Oh,  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng. 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

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28  6s  &  4:S.  Tune,  "  Bethany, 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee ! 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

2  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

3  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

4  And  when  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  I 

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29  P-  M. 

1  Oh,  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved  ? 

Will  you  tell  me,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord? 
For  long  have  I  sought  it  with  tears  ; 
But  my  weeping  no  rest  can  afford. 
Cho.  —  Oh,  I've  sought  it,  I've  sought  it  before, 

But  I've  sought  it,  I've  sought  it  in  vain  ; 
Yet  I'll  seek  it,  I'll  seek  it  once  more, 
Firmly  hoping  salvation  to  gain. 

2  Lord,  what  wilt  thou  have  me  to  do  ? 

For  my  soul  dies  in  anguish  and  pain ! 
Men  and  brethren,  my  last  look  to  you,  — 
Hell  beneath  moves  my  soul  soon  to  gain. 

3  "  Believe  and  repent,"  saith  the  Lord  ; 

"  Submit  you  to  Christ,"  say  the  saints ; 
"  'Twas  thus,"  says  the  convert,  "  I  found 
Salvation  from  all  my  complaints." 
30  C.  p.  M.  Tune,  "Ariel/* 

1  Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 
I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine  ! 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all  perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

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3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come. 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend. 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

31  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be,  ■— 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  I 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 

,  Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  —  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  I 
No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  —  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away^ 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then,  —  nor  is  my  boasting  vain  — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And,  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

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32  .     L  M. 

1  Stat,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite ; 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen. 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved. 

3  Yet,  oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  My  weary  soul,  O  God,  release ; 

Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand ; 
Oh,  guide  me  into  perfect  peace. 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

33  6s  &  Ss. 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise  ; 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  ^tands  ; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me : 
Forgive  him,  oh,  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

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3  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One : 
He  can  not  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  My  God  is  reconciled ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear : 
He  owns  me  for  his  child ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

34  L.  M. 

1  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought. 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

2  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul ;  I  am  the  way." 

3  Lo  !  glad  I  come  ;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Wilt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give. 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

4  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

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3q  Tune,  "  Shall  we  know  each  other  there.'* 

1  When  we  hear  the  music  ringing 

In  the  bright  celestial  dome, 
When  sweet  angel  voices  singing 

Gladly  bid  us  welcome  home, 
To  the  land  of  ancient  story, 

Where  the  spirit  knows  no  care ; 

In  that  land  of  light  and  glory. 

Shall  we  know  each  other  there? 

Chorus.  —  Shall  we  know  each  other? 

Shall  we  know  each  other? 

Shall  we  know  each  other? 

Shall  we  know  each  other  there? 

2  When  the  holy  angels  meet  us, 

As  we  go  to  join  their  band  ; 
Shall  we  know  the  friends  that  greet  us 

In  the  glorious  spirit-land  ? 
Shall  we  see  the  same  eyes  shining 

On  us  as  in  days  of  yore  ? 
Shall  we  feel  their  dear  arms  twining 

Fondly  round  us  as  before  ? 

36  s.  M. 

1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banislied  from  the  place ; 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 


3  If  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
The  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  :  ■ 

Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground  " 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry : 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

37  C.  M. 

1  Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  ; 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word? 

3  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be. 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

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38  8s  &  4s.         Tune,  «  Oh,  bow  he  loves  1 

1  There's  a  Friend  above  all  others, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Earthly  friends  may  fail  and  leave  us, 
This  day  kind,  to-morrow  grieve  us. 
But  this  Frieiad  will  ne'er  deceive  us : 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

2  Blessed  Jesus,  wouldst  thou  know  him? 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Give  thyself  e'en  this  day  to  him. 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Is  it  sin  that  pains  and  grieves  thee, 
Unbelief  and  trials  tease  thee, 
Jesus  can  from  all  release  thee  : 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

3  All  thy  sins  shall  be  forgiven. 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Backward  all  thy  foes  be  driven, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Best  of  blessings  he'll  provide  thee, 
Naught  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  thee, 
Safe  to  glory  he  will  guide  thee : 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

39  CM. 

1  I  HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
*'  Come  unto  me  and  rest : 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  my  breast." 


2  I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

"Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  ; 
I  found  in  him  a  resting-place, 
And  he  has  made  me  glad. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
.  The  living  water  ;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink  and  live." 

4  I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  relieved, 
And  now  I  live  in  him. 

40  .         10s. 

1  Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move. 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above  ; 
Jesus  our  Saviour  in  mercy  says,  "  Come," 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home. 
Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below, 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go  ; 
Then,  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been  given, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  rest  we  in  heaven. 

2  Friends,  fondly  cherished,  have  passed  on  before ; 

Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  that  shore  ; 
Singing,  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling 

gloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 
Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear ; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear ; 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 

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41 


Tune,  "  I  love  to  tell  the  story." 

1  I  LOVE  to  tell  the  story 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I  know  it's  true  ; 
It  satisfies  my  longings 
As  nothing  else  would  do. 
Chorus.  —  I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory, 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story. 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

More  wonderful  it  seems, 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

It  did  so  much  for  me  ! 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 
Cho.  —  I  love  to  tell  the  story,  &c. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story. 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation. 

From  God's  own  holy  word. 
Cho.  —  I  love  to  tell  the  story,  &c. 

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42 


lis. 


1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  I 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  liealth, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealtli, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

As  thy  day  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee;  oh,  be  not  dismayed; 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 

stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

6  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-suflScient  shall  be  thy  supply; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  E'en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn. 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 

That  soul,  though  all  liell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never  —  no,  never —  no,  never  forsake. 
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A^  Tune,  "  Rest  for  the  weary.'* 

1  In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 

There  remains  a  hind  of  rest ; 
There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
To  fultill  my  soul's  request. 
Chorus.  —  There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  you  ; 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  a  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand  ; 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 
Cho.  —  There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  &c. 

3  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter ; 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share ; 
But  in  that  celestial  center 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear, 
Cho.  —  There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  &c. 

^^  Tune,  "  I'm  a  pilgrim."» 

1  I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night ; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 


2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining ; 

I  am  longing,  I  am  longing  for  the  sight ; 
Here  in  this  country  so  dark  and  dreary, 
I  have  been  wandering  forlorn  and  weary. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

3  There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey  ; 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light, 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing. 
There  is  no  sin  there,  nor  any  dying. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger ; 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

45  7s  &  6s.     Tune,  "  I  want  to  be  an  angei; 

1  We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus, 

Who  hath  redemption  wrought, 
Who  gave  us  peace  and  pardon, 

Which  by  his  blood  he  bought. 
We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus, 

To  show  how  much  we  owe 
To  him  who  died  to  save  us 

From  death  and  endless  woe. 

2  We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus, 

Where'er  our  lot  may  fall ; 
To  brothers,  sisters,  neighbors, 

In  cottage  and  in  hall. 
We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus  ; 

The  world  in  darkness  lies ; 
With  him  against  the  mighty 

Together  we  must  rise. 

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7s.       Tune,  "  Spanish  Hyma," 

1  Jesus  !  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O,  my  Saviour  !  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  I 
Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone  ! 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ; 
All  my  trust  on  tliee  is  stayed ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  Oh  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

All  and  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  ail  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile,  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

S.  M. 

1  And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 
The  call  of  love  divine? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine? 


2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Sph'it  from  thy  breast, 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed  ? 

3  To-day,  a  pardoning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray  : 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blooc" 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

5  But  grace  so  dearly  bought, 
If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
Thy  fearful  doom,  with  sorrow  fraught, 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

^Q  7s.      Tune,  "  Pleyel's  Hymn." 

1  Haste,  O  sinner  !  now  be  wise  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Haste  !  and  mercy  now  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er. 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Haste,  O  sinner  !  now  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Haste,  O  sinner  !  now  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
EiVe  the  morrow  is  begun. 
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49  C.  M. 

1  Yes,  we  part,  but  not  forever ; 

Joyful  hopes  our  bosoms  swell ; 
They,  who  love  the  Saviour,  never 
Know  a  long,  a  last  farewell. 
CuORUS.  —  We'll  stem  the  storm;  it  won't  be  long ; 
The  heavenly  port  is  nigh : 
We'll  stem  the  storm  ;  it  won't  be  long ; 
WVll  anchor  by  and  by. 

2  Sweet  this  hour  of  benediction. 

When  such  unions  come  to  mind, 
When  each  holy  heart-conviction 
Tells  of  bliss  for  us  designed. 

3  What  a  morrow  beams  before  us  ! 

Brighter  far  than  tongue  can  tell ! 
Gloriohs  morrow  to  restore  us 

Him  with  whom  we  long  to  dwell. 

^Q  Tune,  "  Jesus  paid  it  all.** 

1  Nothing,  either  great  or  small, 

Remaius  for  me  to  do ; 
Jesus  died  and  paid  it  all,  — 

Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe  ; 
Chorus.  —  Jesus  paid  it  all. 

All  the  debt  I  owe  ; 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all, 
"Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

2  Till  to  Jesus*  work  you  cling. 

Alone  by  simple  faith  ; 
"  Doiug  "  is  a  deadly  thing  ; 
All  ''  doing"  ends  in  death. 
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3  Cast  your  deadly  "  doing "  down, 
Down,  all  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
Stand  m  him,  in  him  alone, 
All  glorious  and  complete. 
^]_  CM.       Tune,  "  Shining  Shore.»» 

1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 
ChOEUS.  —  For  now  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 
Our  friends  are  passing  over ; 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear. 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word. 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  siu^rino: ; 
That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow. 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever, 
Our  King  says  come,  and  there's  our  home ; 
For  ever  !  oh,  for  ever  ! 

52  C.  M. 

1  Still  on  the  Lord  thy  burden  roll, 
Nor  let  a  care  remain  ; 
His  mighty  arm  shall  bear  thy  soul. 
And  all  thy  griefs  sustain. 


2  Ne'er  will  the  Lord  his  aid  deny 
To  those  who  trust  his  love  ; 
And  they  who  on  his  grace  rely, 
Shall  sing  his  praise  above. 

53  8s  &  7s. 

1  I  WILL  follow  thee,  my  Saviour, 

Wheresoe'er  my  lot  may  be  ; 
Where  thou  goest  I  v/ill  follow, 
Yes,  my  Lord,  I'll  follow  thee. 
Chorus.  —  I  will  follow  thee,  my  Saviour; 

Thou  didst  shed  thy  blood  for  me ; 
And  tho'  all  men  should  forsake  thee, 
By  thy  grace  I'll  follow  thee. 

2  Though  the  road  be  rough  and  thorny, 

Trackless  as  the  foaming  sea, 
Thou  hast  trod  this  way  before  me. 
And  I  gladly  follow  thee. 

3  Though  I  meet  with  tribulations. 

Sorely  tempted  though  I  be, 
I  remember  thou  wast  tempted. 
And  rejoice  to  follow  thee. 

4  Though  thou  lead'st  me  through  affliction. 

Poor,  forsaken  though  I  be. 
Thou  wast  destitute,  afflicted. 
And  I  only  follow  thee. 

5  Tliough  to  Jordan's  rolling  billows, 

Cold  and  deep,  thou  leadest  me, 
Thou  hast  crossed  its  waves  before  me. 
And  I  still  will  follow  thee. 

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Q/\i  Tune,  "  Marching  along." 

1  The   converts  are  gathering  from   near   and 

from  far ; 
The  trumpet  is  sounding  the  call  for  the  war ; 
The  conflict   is  raging,  'twill   be   fearful  and 

long ; 
We'll  gird   on  our  armor,  and   be  marching 

along. 

Chorus.. 

Marching  along,  we  are  marching  along, 
Gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along : 
The  conflict  is  raging,  'twuU  be  fearful  and 

long, 
Then  gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching 

along. 

2  We've  enlisted  for  life,  and  will  camp  on  the 

field, 
With  Christ  as  our  Captain  we  never  will  yield  ; 
The  "  sword  of  the  ISpirit,"   both  trusty  and 

strong. 
We'll  hold   in  our  hands  as  we're  marching 

along. 

3  Through  conflicts  and  trials   our  crowns  we 

must  win. 
For  here  we  contend  'gainst  temptation  and 

sin ; 
But  one  thing  assures  us,  we  cannot  go  wa'ong, 
If    trusting    our     Saviour     while     marching 

along. 


^^  Tune,  "  Will  you  go  ?» 

1  We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above  : 

AVill  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  : 

Will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode  ; 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God  ; 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road : 

Will  you  go? 

2  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain  ; 

Will  you  go? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again : 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see  :  " 

Will  you  go  ? 

3  O,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

''  I  will  go  ;  " 
O,  could  I  hear  him  humbly  pray, 

'•'•  Make  me  go  ;  " 
And  all  his  old  companions  tell, 
"  I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell ; 
I  long  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell : 

Let  me  go." 

56  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given. 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 


57  8s  &   7s.    TUNE,  "Shall  we  meet -^ 

1  Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 

Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll, 
Where  in  all  the  bright  forever, 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul? 

2  Shall  we  meet  with  many  a  loved  one, 

That  was  torn  from  our  embrace? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 
And  behold  them  face  to  face  ! 

3  Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Saviour, 

When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 
Shall  we  know  his  blessed  favor, 
And  sit  down  upon  his  throne  ? 

58  7s.  Tune,  "  Martyu." 

1  Mahy  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 

Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 
Spice  she  brought,  and  rich  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone. 
For  a  while  she  lingering  stood, 

Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise. 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood. 

Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

2  But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice  ; 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead ; 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make. 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

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^^  Tune,  "  Just  uow," 

1  Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus  just  now  ; 
Just  now  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now, 

2  He  will  save  you,  &c. 

3  Oh,  believe  him,  &c. 

4  He'll  receive  you,  &c. 

5  Flee  to  Jesus,  &c. 

6  He  will  hear  you,  &c. 

7  He'll  have  mercy,  &c. 

8  He'll  forgive  you,  &c. 

9  He  will  cleanse  you,  &c. 
10  Jesus  loves  you,  &c. 

60  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone  ; 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  king's  highway  of"  holiness  — 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought. 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  and  burden  long  have  been 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

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Ql  CM.        Tune,  "  I  do  believe." 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Chorus.  —  Remember  me,  remember  me  ; 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 
Kemember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me  ! 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  I 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

Cho.  —  Remember  me,  &c. 

3  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do ! 
Cho.  —  Remember  me,  &c. 

QQ  8s  &  7s.  Tune,  "  Disciple." 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition  ; 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

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2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  : 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might. 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me,  — 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Perish  earthly  fame  and  treasure ; 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure ; 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain  : 
Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

53  CM.  Tune,  "  MaitlandJ 

1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above. 

Who  once  went  sorro^ving  here ! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

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64  6s  &  4s. 

1  Fade,  fade  each  earthly  joy, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Break  every  tender  tie, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Dark  is  the  wilderness, 
Earth  has  no  resting-place, 
Jesus  alone  can  bless, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Here  would  I  ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Lost  in  this  dawning  light, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried, 
Left  but  a  dismal  void, 
Jesus  has  satisfied, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 

65  s.  M. 

1  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

44 


2  But  Christ,  the  lieavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name. 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand. 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree. 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

Q  Q  7s.  Tune,  « Devotion." 

1  Nay,  I  can  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face  ; 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 
Once  a  sinner,  near  despair. 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer  : 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free,  — 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

2  Many  years  have  passed  since  then, 
Many  changes  have  I  seen, 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now,  — 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou? 
Nay,  I  must  maintain  my  hold ; 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold 
I  can  no  denial  take 
When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

45 


^  Y  Tune,   '  Happy  land.*: 

1  There  is  a  happy  land, 

Not  far  away, 
Where  saiuts  in  glory  stand. 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing. 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King  I 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring 

For  evermore. 

2  Come  to  this  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away  ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand? 

Why  still  delay? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be. 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest  evermore. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then,  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 

lleign  evermore. 

68  L.  M. 

1   Sat,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
01 1  whispered  to  thy  guilty  soul, 
Ui'gcd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin. 
And  yield  tli}^  heart  to  God's  control? 


2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  warned  thee  from  tiuit  wrath  to  flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice  ; 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind ; 
That  call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight. 
And  yet  the  gate  ot"  mercy  tiud. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man  , 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 
Oh  !  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

69  s.  M. 

1  A  cnARGii;  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  lit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  callmg  to  fullili, 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

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3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give  ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

70  c.  M. 

1  Come,  weary  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  :  — 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts  ;  I'll  enter  in. 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  *'  I'll  prostrate  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone. 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  *^  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For,  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I -must  forever  die." 

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71  C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
That  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


72 


'Tis  religion  that  can  give, 
In  the  light,  in  the  light : 
Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live. 

In  the  light  of  God. 
'Tis  religion  must  supply, 
.    In  the  light,  in  the  light : 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 
In  the  light  of  God. 
Chorus.  —  Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
Walk  in  the  light : 
Let  us  walk  in  the  light. 
In  the  light  of  God. 

4  i9 


2  After  death  its  joys  shall  be. 

In  the  light,  in  the  light : 
Lasting  as  eternity, 

In  the  light  of  God. 
Be  the  living  God  my  friend^ 

In  the  light,  in  the  light : 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end, 

In  the  light  of  God. 

Cho.  —  Let  us  walk,  &c. 

73  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power : 

He  is  able. 
He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden. 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous,  — 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

50 


Y^  Tune,  "  Homeward  bound." 

1  Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 

We're  homeward  bound  ; 
Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless  tide, 

We're  homeward  bound  : 
Far  from  the  safe,  quiet  harbor  we've  rode. 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode, 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestowed, 

We're  homeward  bound. 

2  We'll  tell  the  world,  as  we  journey  along. 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Try  to  persuade  them  to  enter  our  throng ; 

We're  homeward  bound : 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  forlorn  and  oppressed, 
Join  in  our  number,  oh,  come  and  be  blest ; 
Journey  with  us  to  the  mansions  of  rest ; 

We're  homeward  bound. 

3  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  now  we  glide, 

We're  home  at  last ; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 

We're  home  at  last : 
Glory  to  God,  all  our  dangers  are  o'er ; 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore ; 
Glory  to  God,  we  will  shout  evermore ; 

We're  home  at  last. 

75  C.  M. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 


2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
-    On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

YQ  8s  &  7s.     Tune,  "  Shining  shore." 

1  There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth, 

No  name  so  sweet  in  heaven, 
The  name,  before  his  wondrous  birth. 
To  Christ,  the  Saviour,  given. 

Chorus.  —  We  love  to  sing  around  our  King, 
And  hail  him  blessed  Jesus  ; 
For  there's  no  word  ear  ever  heard 
So  dear,  so  sweet,  as  Jesus. 

2  And  when  he  hung  upon  the  tree. 

They  wrote  this  name  above  him. 
That  all  might  see  the  reason  we 
Forevermore  must  love  him. 

3  So  now  upon  his  Father's  throne, 

Almighty  to  release  us 
From  sin  and  pains,  he  gladly  reigns. 
The  Prince  and  Saviour,  Jesus. 


77  C.  M. 

1  Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee , 

No  other  help  I  know  : 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah,  whither  shall  I  go? 

2  Author  of  faith  !  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes : 
Oh,  let  me  now  receive  that  gift ; 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

3  Surely,  thou  canst  not  let  me  die  ; 

Oh,  speak,  and  I  shall  live  ; 
And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

4  Hgw  would  ray  fainting  soul  rejoice 

Could  I  but  see  thy  face ; 
Now  let  me  help  thy  quickening  voic6, 
And  taste  thy  pardoning  grace. 

78  c.  M. 

1  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name, — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  deci'^dve  hour. 

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4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

79  s.  M. 

1  I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep. 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts,  waste  and  wild ; 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is  ; 

'Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul ; 
'Twas  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood  ; 

'Twas  he  that  made  me  Avhole  : 
No  more  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  love  to  be  controlled ; 
I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love  the  peaceful  fold. 

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80  C.  P.  M. 

1  When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 
To  call  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought,  — 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call? 

3  Prevent  it,  Lord,  by  thy  rich  grace  ; 
Be  thou  my  soul's  sure  hiding-place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  ; 
Tiiy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear  ; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

Q\  Tune,  "  Glory,  glory,  hallelujah." 

1  Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us  ; 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us  ; 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us. 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

2  By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you  ; 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you  ; 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

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Glory,  glory,  hallelujah ; 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah ; 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 

Forever,  evermore. 

82  7s  &  6s. 

1  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming. 

Work  through  the  morning  hours  ; 
Work,  while  the  dew  is  sparkling. 

Work  'mid  springing  flowers  ; 
Work,  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work,  in  the  glowing  sun  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming. 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming. 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon  ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon ; 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store  : 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

8  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies  ; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing 

Work,  for  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  ladeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  darkening 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

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Q^  Tune,  "Rouse,  then,  soldiers." 

1  Sound  the  battle-cry, 
See  !  the  foe  is  uigh, 
Raise  the  standard  high 

For  the  Lord ; 
Gird  your  armor  on, 
Stand  firm  every  one, 
Rest  your  cause  upon 

His  holy  word. 
Chorus.  —  Rouse,  then,  soldiers  ! 

Rally  round  the  banner  ! 
Ready,  steady,  pass  the  word  along ! 

Onward,  forward,  shout  along  Ho- 
sanna ! 
Christ  is  Captain  of  the  mighty  throng. 

2  Strong  to  meet  the  foe, 
Marching  on  we  go. 
While  our  cause  we  know 

Must  prevail ; 
Shield  and  banner  bright, 
Gleaming  in  the  light, 
Battling  for  the  right, 

We  ne'er  can  fail. 
Cho.  —  Rouse,  then,  soldiers,  &c. 

84  6S  &  4s.  Tune,  "  To-day." 

1  To-DAT  the  Saviour  calls  ; 
Ye  wanderers,  come  : 
Oh,  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

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2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls ; 

Oh,  hear  him  now  ; 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

For  refuge  fly : 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  ; 

Yield  to  its  power  : 
Oh,  grieve  him  not  away ; 
'Tis  mercy's  hour. 

85  8s  &  7s. 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend : 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe ; 
Still  in  faith  and  hope  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

2  Oh,  how  blessed  is  the  station, 

Low  before  the  cross  to  lie, 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Beaming  from  his  gracious  eye : 
Here  I'll  sit  forever,  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood  ; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

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QQ  Tune,  "  No  sorrow  there.'* 

1  I'm  glad  salvation's  free, 

And  without  price  or  cost, 
For  had  it  been  for  me  to  buy, 
My  soul  must  have  been  lost. 
Chorus.  —  I'm  glad  salvation's  free, 
I'm  glad  salvation's  free, 
Salvation's  free  for  you  and  me, 
I'm  glad  salvation's  free. 

2  In  this  cold  world  below, 

With  none  to  care  for  me, 
A  pilgrim  lone  without  a  home  — 
I'm  glad  salvation's  free. 

3  Once  I  was  blind  and  lost ; 

Of  sin  and  sorrow  full ; 
But  now  I'm  saved  through  Jesus'  blood  ; 
I  feel  it  in  my  soul. 

^Y  Tune,  "  I'm  going  home.'* 

1  My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair ; 
Nor  pain  nor  death  can  enter  there  : 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine  ; 

Chorus.  —  I'm  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more. 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more. 

2  My  father's  house  is  built  on  high. 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky  ; 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

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8  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erfiow ; 

Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

88 

1  When  faint  and  weary  tolling, 

The  sweat-drops  on  my  brow, 
I  long  to  rest  from  labor, 

To  drop  the  burden  now, 
There  comes  a  gentle  chiding 

To  quell  each  mournful  sigh : 
"  Work  while  the  day  is  shining. 

There's  resting  by  and  by." 

Chorus.  —  Resting  by  and  by, 

There's  resting  by  and  by  ; 
We  shall  not  always  labor, 

We  shall  not  always  cry  ; 
The  end  is  drawing  nearer, 

The  end  for  which  we  sigh ; 
We'll  lay  our  heavy  burdens  down. 

There's  resting  by  and  by. 

2  Nor  ask,  when  overburdened 

You  long  for  friendly  aid, 
"  Why  idle  stands  my  brother  ; 

No  yoke  upon  him  laid?  " 
The  Master  bids  him  tarry, 

And  dare  you  ask  him  why? 
**  Go,  labor  in  my  vineyard ; 

There's  resting  by  and  by." 


WU  Tune,  *«  Waiting  for  the  boatman. 

1  Oh,  that  bright  celestial  city, 

We  have  caught  such  radiant  gleams 
Of  its  towers,  like  dazzling  sunlight, 
With  its  sweet  and  peaceful  streams. 
Chorus.  —  We  are  waiting  by  the  river. 

We  are  watching  on  the  shore, 
Only  waiting  for  the  boatman  ; 
Soon  he'll  come  to  bear  us  o'er. 

2  He  has  called  for  many  a  loved  one  ; 

We  have  seen  them  leave  our  side  ; 
With  our  Saviour  we  shall  meet  them. 
When  we  too  have  crossed  the  tide. 

3  Though  the  mist  hangs  o'er  the  river, 

And  its  billows  "loudly  roar, 
Yet  we  hear  the  song  of  aogels 
Wafted  from  the  other  shore. 

90  6s  &  4s. 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee. 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour,  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
Oh,  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  M'arm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 


91  S.M. 

1  Oh,  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 

When  I  am  called  to  die ! 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
To  waft  my  soul  on  high. 
Chorus.  — There'll  be  no  sorrow  there. 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  there  ; 
In  heaven  above,  where  all  is  love, 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  there. 

2  When  the  last  moments  come. 

Oh,  watch  my  dying  face, 
To  catch  the  bright  seraphic  gleam 
Which  o'er  my  features  plays. 

3  Then  to  my  raptured  ear 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given  ; 

Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 

And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

4  Then  round  my  senseless  clay 

Assemble  those  I  love  ; 
And  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 
My  glorious  home  above. 

y  ^  Tune,  *'  Angels  hovering  round." 

1  There  are  angels  hovering  round. 
There  are  angels  hovering  round. 
There  are  angels,  angels  hovering  round. 

2  To  carry  the  tidings  home,  &c. 

3  To  the  new  Jerusalem,  &c. 

4  That  sinners  are  coming  home,  &c. 

5  And  Jesus  bids  them  come,  &C. 

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Q^  Tune,  "Sweet  hour  of  prayer." 

1  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  I 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 

And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known. 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  I 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 

To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless. 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  1 
May  I  thy  consolation  share. 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight. 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize, 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 

94  L.M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below : 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

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95  S.  M. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day. 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode. 

QQ  7s  &  6s.    Tune,  "  stand  up  for  JesuB.»' 

1  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  on  ocean's  strand ; 
Beat  back  the  waves  of  sin  that  roll, 
Like  raging  floods  around  thy  soul. 

Chorus.  —  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  nobly  stand  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  on  ocean's  strand ; 
Stand  up,  his  righteous  cause  defend  ; 
Stand  up  for  Jesus,  your  best  Friend. 

2  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ! 
Sound  forth  his  name  o'er  sea  and  land ; 
Spread  ye  his  glorious  word  abroad, 
Till  all  the  world  shall  own  him  Lord. 

Cho.  —  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  &c. 


6s  &  9s. 

1  Oh,  how  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above ! 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 
When  at  first  I  believed, 
What  true  joy  I  received  ! 

What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  sweet  name. 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet. 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  : 

Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender. 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine ; 
Thine  entirely. 

Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

5  6S 


99  L.  M. 

1  My  hope  is  built  on  nothiag  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 

Refrain.  —  On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2  His  oath,  his  covenant,  his  blood. 
Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood ; 
When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay. 

Ref.  —  On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  &c. 

3  When  he  shall  come,  with  trumpet  sound, 
Oh,  may  I  then  in  him  be  found. 
Dressed  in  his  righteousness  alone. 
Faultless  to  stand  before  the  throne  ! 

Ref.  —  On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  &c. 

100  CM. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus  ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 

For  he  was  slain  for  us. 
8  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 


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Tune,  "  God  the  pilgrim's  guide. 

Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  hind: 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand. 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current ; 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 
Songs  of  praises 

I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

7s. 


1  Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 

To  his  gracious  promise  flee. 
Laying  hold  upon  his  word 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace, 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 


J_Q3  Tune,  «' Nothing  but  leaves.' 

1  Nothing  but  leaves  !  the  Spirit  grieves 

Over  a  wasted  life  ; 
O'er  sins  indulged  while  conscience  slept, 
O'er  vows  and  promises  unkept, 

And  reap  from  years  of  strife 
Nothing  but  leaves. 

2  Nothing  but  leaves  !  no  gathered  sheaves 

Of  life's  fair  ripening  grain  ; 
We  sow  our  seeds,  lo  !  tares  and  weeds, 
Words,  idle  words  for  earnest  deeds, 

We  reap  with  toil  and  pain 
Nothing  but  leaves. 

3  Nothing  but  leaves  !  sad  memory  weaves 

No  veil  to  hide  the  past ; 
And  as  we  trace  our  weary  way, 
Counting  each  lost  and  misspent  day, 

Sadly  we  find  at  last 
Nothing:  but  leaves. 


Ah  !  who  shall  thus  the  Master  meet, 

Bearing  but  withered  leaves  ? 
Ah  !  who  shall  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 
Before  the  awful  judgment-seat, 
Lay  down,  for  golden  sheaves. 
Nothing  but  leaves  ? 


JQ^  Tune,  "  How  I  love  Jesus." 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

Chorus.  —  Oh,  how  I  love  Jesus ! 
Oh,  how  I  love  Jesus  ! 
Oh,  how  I  love  Jesus  ! 

Because  he  first  loved  me. 
How  can  I  forget  thee  ? 
How  can  I  forget  thee.  Lord  ? 
How  can  I  forget  thee? 

Dear  Lord  remember  me. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  Kini^- ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

105  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessinir, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 

Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

Oh,  refresh  us, 
TraveHng  throu!:rh  this  wilderness. 


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4  Then  down  beneath  his  cross 

I'll  lay  my  sin-sick  soul, 
For  naught  have  I  to  bring, — 
Thy  grace  must  make  me  whole.  — cho. 

5  And  then  complete  in  him, 

My  robe  his  righteousness, 

Close  sheltered  'neath  his  side, 

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Then  *'  Jesus  paid  it  all " 
Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies.  —  oho. 

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a — \ &~T-a— ^ — J^  — St—^-. — •- 


t^ 


::f= 


i^:^ 


is^ 


^ 


m 


And   close  thine  eyes  a-  gainst    the      light ; 


m 


mm 


7i 


sfeS 


& B ^ 


m\ 


O     sin  -  ner,  hard  -  en     not       thy  heart ; 


■(2.     4L 


trf: 


#.        -^ 


ites^^ 


i^ 


ii^ 


72 


WHY  NOT  TO-NIGHT?   Concluded. 

v  ntard. 


I 


'4 — ^ 


Thou  wouldst  be  saved,  Why  not 


9 ^ 


to-  night  ? 


2  To-morrow's  snn  may  never  rise, 
To  bless  your  long-deluded  sight ; 
This  is  the  time,  Oh,  then  be  wise, 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved,  Why  not  to-night  ? 


3  Our  God  in  mercy  lingers  still. 

And  wilt  thou  thus  his  love  requite  ? 
Renounce  at  once  thy  stubborn  will, 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved,  Why  not  to-night  ? 


4  Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 

Who  will  to  him  their  souls  unite ; 
Now  let  the  work  of  grace  begin, 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved,  Why  not  to-night  ? 


73 


108 


THE  OLD,  OLD  STORY. 


T.  C.  O'Kane. 


w-^-- 


i!&!|^$ 


»-^ — 0- 


.f— J-.  J 


:^ 


-^ — ^=1 


^-^- 


1.  Tell     me     the     old,    old     sto  -  ly    Of 


r=X::.'. 


unseen  things  a-  bove,     Of  Je  -  sus   and  his 
D.  s.  For  I      am  weak  and 


2!i^ 


J-J- 


glo    -  ry,      Of     Je  -  sus     and      his     love, 
wea    -   ry,    And  help  -  less    and       de  -  filed. 


-r 


-M: 


THE  OLD,  OLD  STORY.   Continued. 


II — ^:z:j.-0^ ^ — 0 n  I     i & « — ] 

a — ±-al ^0 — a a-^~^- 0 0 — J 


Tell     me       the     sto  -  ry     slm  -    ply,    As 


^ 


4izir 


i1==4:=t: 


t^tit 


^~:r^ 


m 


D.  s.  i/^  Chorus. 
nt  -    tie     child,         Tell   me  the 


SissJa^ii^S 


JE 


* 


'^ 


-»-t^- 


::~i: 


m 


old,      old  sto 


ry, 


It     AVi 


my    spir  -  it 


iiiii:^igi:E^^ig 


E: 


I 


75 


THE  OLD,  OLD  STORY.   Concluded. 


ii8#i^^l: 


2  Tell  me  the  story  slowly, 

That  I  may  take  it  in, 
That  wonderful  redemption, 

God's  remedy  for  sin. 
Tell  me  the  story  often, 

For  I  forget  so  soon ' 
The  "  early  dew  "  of  morning 

Has  passed  away  at  noon. 

3  Tell  me  the  same  old  stoiy, 

When  you  have  cause  to  fear 
That  this  world's  empty  glory 

Is  costing  me  too  dear. 
Oh,  yes,  when  that  world's  glory 

Is  dawning  on  my  soul, 
Tell  me  the'old,  old  story, 

"  Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  whole ! 


76 


109      CLEANSING  FOUNTAIN.   C.  M. 


1.  There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood  Drawn  from  Im- 


^  4  p    ■ 


:« JT-  ghz^ 


?e*=^.i:E 


man  -  uel's     veins,     And 
D.  C.    And 


sinners  plung'd  be- 
sinners  plung'd  be- 


^:^e3 


i=h 


:^  .=1— f z=gzi^&iizjz=i^— fiLz^ 


ncath  that  flood   Lose     all    their  guilt -y     stains, 
neath  that  flood   Lose     all    their  guilt  -  y     stains. 


^^ 


-V- 


i=?t 


V U 


g 


TT 


CLEANSING  FOUNTAIN.   Concluded. 


Lose     all     their     guilt  -  y        staius, 


2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood     - 

Shall  never  lose  its  power 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stam'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

78 


no 


AM  TRUSTING,  LORD,  IN  THEE. 


Wm.  G.  Fisoheu. 


1.  I      am  com  -  ing       to      the    cross;    I'm 

2.  Long  my  heart     has    sighed  for  Thee ;  Long  has 

3.  Here    I   give       my     all      to  Thee ;  Friends  and 


Cho. —  I     am  trust  -    ing,  Lord,    in  Thee,    Dear 


^ 


^-^:S^ 


poor  and  weak  and  blind ;  I'm    counting    all    but 

e  -  vil reign 'd  within;    Jesus    sweetly  speaks  to 

time,  and  earthly  store ;  Soul  and  bod-  y  Thine  to 


^-W- 


Lamb  of  Cal-  va  -  ry ;    Humbly  at  thy  cross    I 


dross;      I      shall  full      sal  -  va  -  tion     find, 
me,         I      will  cleanse  you   from    all       sin. 
be  —  "Whol-  ly  Thine—  for  -   ev  -  er      more. 


^^mi 


Sa- 


ul 


bow-f  Save 


me,  Je   -  sus,    save 
79 


me     now. 


TITLE  CLEAR. 


T.  C.  O'Kanh. 


|=4£^B^ 


— -O       -S^T-^— ^ 


-W—^' 


Now    I  can  read  my  ti-  tie  clear,  ti  -  tie  clear,  Now 

I'll    bid  farewell  to  ev-'ry  fear,  ev-  'ry   fear,  I'll 

Should  earth  against  my  "soul  engagc,soul  engage, Should 

Yet     I    can  smile  at  Satan'9Tage,Satan's  rage.  Yet 

There   I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul,weary  soul,There 

And  not    a  wave  of  trouble  roll,  trouble  roll.  And 


N     N  N-N- 


i^iifnir 


I  can  read  my  title  clear,  title  clear.  Now      I    can 
bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear,  ev'ry  fear,  I'll     bid  fare 

earth  against  my  soul  engage,soul  engage,Should  earth  a- 
I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage,Satan's  rage,Yet  I      can 
I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul,weary  soul,  There  I  shall 
not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll,trouble  roll,And  not    a 

T^     *»      «      <»         ^         «•      -^ 


tezzr:=it:zt::t=t: 


-p—^- 


:|=|=i^: 


:t=l^z=p: 


TITLE  CLEAR.   Continued. 


read  my  ti  -  tie  clear,       To  mansions  in  the  skies.  > 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes.  5 


well  to  ev  -  'ry  fear, 

gainst  my  soul  en-  gage, 

smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

bathe  my  wea  -  ry  soul, 

wave  of  trou-  ble  roll 


And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd ;  > 

And  face  a  frowning  world«  > 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ;  ) 

Across  my  peaceful  breast.  ) 


CHORUS. 


^-. 


^ 


pi 


We        will  stand  the 

We        will  stand,  stand  the    storm,     It        will 


^T=rg^ii3z=^ 


n  tt    1 

^-^~. — 

^ — h 

1              1 

f?rv-^ 



S — ^r 

~^~ 

« 

vm; 

■     a      ^ 

Btorm, 
not     be 

ver 

We  will 
-y  long;  We  will 

an 
an- 

chor 
chor  by    and 

f.      f.      4L 

Ot'f  i         i         1         1         II         '  ■ 

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u    >«    ^ — 

j9--5>--.- 

:  r      \j      1        r- 

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rv_      J      Lr  - 

'              i/        I/' 

V 

L^           L^      y 

^        > 

TITLE  CLEAR.  Concluded. 


n  ft   1      1 

jf-Tf   tf           1 

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— ri 

^ — «     ^'     -J     J    H 

^p— <J O 

-1— — 

-i— 0 — 1 — « — 5— H 

by  and           by, 

by,  We    will  an  -  clior 

by    and  by,  We  will 
by    and  by,  We  will 
A     ^     ^     .      - 

ri'ff  ?     ^  •■^* 

!           1'          1         1         1         1         s.      I 

^-P_^:«f_ 

-,^* »— 

-f — f — »~^ — p— i 

LL L_ 

-4^ — b — 1 — U — V — ' 

g 


s 


3=? 


t:S: 


stand  the     storm,  We  will 

stand,  stand  the  storm ;  It  will  not  be  very  long.  We  will 


miJ-trt?r-tr-tr 


:i=i 


S 


9 


^ 


5a 


an  -  clior     by      and         by. 

an  -  clior     by      and         by,     by      and     by. 

#.      ^     jL  V      J      ^      -gl      J 


r 


y 


112 


ALMOST  PERSUADED. 


L.  B.  E. 


1.  "Al-most   per- sua -ded" now     to    ■be-lieve; 


*r^-^^: 


gg^^ 


t^ 


-»i — fl— 


a; 


Al  -  most  per-  sua-ded  "  Christ   to       re  -  ceive. 


ii^^^^ 


Seems  now  some  soul      to     say,  "Go,    spir-  it, 


9lfe 


EEE 


83 


ALMOST  PERSUADED.   Concluded. 


H^ 


dey 


On 


thee      I'll 


call.' 


Itlz^ 


fi^-" 


I 


2  "  Almost  persuaded,"  come,  come  to-day ; 
"  Almost  persuaded,"  turn  not  away. 
Jesus  invites  you  here, 
Angels  are  lingering  near, 
Prayers  rise  from  hearts  so  dear; 
O  wand'rer  come ! 


'  Almost  persuaded,"  harvest  is  past ! 
'  Almost  persuaded,"  doom  comes  at  last! 

"  Almost "  cannot  avail ; 

"  Almost "  is  but  to  fail. 
Sad,  sad,  that  hitter  wail  — 

"  Almost,  but  lost." 

84 


113  NEAR  THE  CROSS. 

From  Songs  of  Devotion.  ^'  H.  Doanb. 


•§•■*•  -f-  -€h   -0- 


1.  Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross,  There  a  precious 

2.  Near  the  cross,  a  trembling  soul.  Love  and  mercy 

■&•  -^  ■&•     •*- 


» 


-0 — 0 — IP- 


1=-?-^=:^ 


-I 1/- 


3^- 


;^ 


tt 


i=Es: 


fountain,    Free   to     all,     a    healing      stream, 
found  me ;  There  the  bright  and  morning    star, 


iS^ 


g 9 g [- 


.^_ 


^S^^^^E^l 


CHORUS. 


•^       -^      -&■      -0-         -&•      -S-,      -@- 


Flows  from  Calvary's   mountain.       In      the    cross, 
Shed  its  beams    a  -  round  me. 


-— 0 0 __    ^^— • 0 J— I 0 9-.-T 


NEAR  THE  CROSS.   Concluded. 


r 

in  the  cross,  Be  my  glo-  ry  ev-  er,  Till  my  raptured 

^fcr~^— +"-  -I 1 1 r—  i^j-ST-  -  r— r— ^ '- 


=^^ 


fi£ 


:i 


^iSE&i 


soul  shall  find     Rest    be-  yond  the    riv  -  er. 


^^P=t=^^^ 


3  Near  the  cross !  0  Lamb  of  God ! 
Bring  its  scenes  before  me ; 
Help  me  walk  from  day  to  day, 
With  its  shadow  o'er  me. 


4  Near  the  cross  I'll  watch  and  wait, 
Hoping,  trusting  ever, 
Till  I  reach  the  golden  strand, 
Just  beyond  the  river. 

86 


114 


OVER  THERE. 


^= 


T.  C.  O'KAira. 


1.  Oh,  think  of    a   homo  o  -  ver  there,  By   the 

2.  Oh,  think  of  the  friends  o  -  ver  there,  Who  be- 


mM- 


iSi3^=E 


533 


U 


-, 1  ? — I 1 — ^ |_-L. 

f — 0  --e — # '- — 0~  -L. 


side  of  the  riv  -  er    of  light, 
fore  us  the  jom"ney  have  trod, 


Where  the 
Of     the 


0-ver  there, 


saints,  all    im-  mor  -  tal  and    fair, 
songs  that  they  breathe  on  the     air. 


m 


,SEt 


^^ 


d?-^ 


87 


Are 
In  their 


^m 


OVER  THERE.   Continued. 


^ 


m 


^±^=i,=S=, 


p 


m 


r   i'  ^ 

robed  in  their  garments    of  white,  0  -  ver  there 
home  in    the    pal  -  ace    of   God,   0  -  ver  there 


^ 


:£;: 


T-fi=r 


1*1: 


REFRAIN. 


0-  ver  there,  0  -  ver  there,  Oh, 

0- ver  there,  0- ver  there.  Oh, 


P#'r     I  r-p^j^^f^^ 


W 


--0- 


^~ 


Mim 


think  of     a     home  0-verthere,0 ver  there,  0-ver 
think  of   the  friends  0-ver  there,Over  there,  0-ver 


•9-       -9--     •»-       ■9- 


-V=P- 


r  Al 


OVER  THERE.  Concluded. 


m 


there, 


,iM^ 


0   -  ver  there,  0-  ver  there, 
ver  there,  0  -  ver  there,  0-  ver  there, 


J>^ 


Oh,  think   of       a    home  o    • 
Oh,  thmk   of     the  friends  o    ■ 


ver 
ver 


there, 
there. 


r= 


i^ 


3  My  Saviour  is  now  over  there, 

There  my  kindred  and  friends  are  at  rest ; 
Then  away  from  my  sorrow  and  care, 
Let  me  fly  to  the  land  of  the  blest. 

Over  there, 
My  Saviour  is  now  over  there. 

4  I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there, 

For  the  end  of  my  journey  I  see ; 
Many  dear  to  my  heart  over  there. 
Are  watching  and  waiting  for  me. 

Over  there. 
I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 


113  VALLEY  OF  BLESSING. 

Wm.  G.  Fischer. 


1.  I  have  enter'd  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet,  And 

2.  There  is  peace  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, And 

3.  There  is  love  in  the  valley  of  blessing  co  sweet, Such  as 

4.  There's  a  song  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet,That 


i-jr^=3-H=t3 


-2 — 0 f 

-0—0     -0 


Jesus  abides  with  me  there ;  And  His  spir  -  it    and 
plenty  the  land  doth  impart ;  And  there's  rest  for  the 
none  but  the  blood-wash'd  may  feel  ;When  hea-ven  comes 
angels  would  fain  join  the  strain,As  with  rap-  tur-ous 


blood  make  my  cleansing  complete,  And  his  perfect  love 
weary-worn  trav-el-er's  feet,   And  joy  for  the 

down  redeemed  spirits  to  greet,  And     Christ  sets  His 
praises  we  bow  at  his  feet,    Cry-  ing,  "  Worthy  the 

.^    M.    .^  .^ 


gmtpiig 


90 


VALLEY  OF  BLESSING.   Concluded, 

CHORUS. 


r 

casteth  out  fear.  Oh  come  to  this  valley  of  blessing    so 
sorrowing  heart, 
covenant  seal. 
Lamb  that  was  slain !  " 

■   4=t 


m^t 


tiH: 


EFE^ 


■      -^^  ^  -r^      "T^       m,     ■»■ 


,i33?Ei.^d^ 


e^&-e 


m. 


3^ 


sweet,"Where  Jesus  will  fullness  bestow,  And  believe, and  re- 


i^i^^j^P 


ceive,  and  confess  Him,Tliat  all  His  salvation  may  know. 


a^fe^giigj 


91 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


•i 


hy: 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 61 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 27 

All  that  I  was  —  my  sin,  my  guilt 3 

Almost  persuaded  now  to  believe 112 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 75 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 47 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 33 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 17 

Behold,  I  come  with  joy  to  do 25 

Can  any  say,  I  do  believe 2 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 100 

Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus 59 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 23 

Come,  weary  sinner,  in  whose  breast 70 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 36 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 73 

Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  be 4 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 9 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand 26 

Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy 64 

Father,  1  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 77 

Guide  me,  O,  thou  great  Jehovah 101 

92 


HYMN 

Haste,  O  sinner !  now  be  wise 48 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 42 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 104 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross 110 

I  have  entered  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet 115 

I  hear  the  Saviour  say 106 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say » 39 

Hove  thee,  Hove  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord ♦     & 

I  love  to  tell  the  story 41 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger 44 

I'm  glad  salvation's  free 86 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 78 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 21 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 43 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 79 

I  will  follow  thee,  my  Saviour 53 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 24 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 31 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 62 

Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross .  .  .  .  « 113 

Jesus!  lover  of  my  soul 46 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 60 

Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger 7 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move 40 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 18 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  ,  .  « 105 

Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 15 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 68 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 63 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 61 


HTMM 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 90 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair 87 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less     99 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard     «...  93 

Nay,  I  can  not  let  thee  go 6S 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 28 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 65 

Nothing  but  leaves  ?  the  Spirit  grieves 103 

Nothing,  either  great  or  small  , 50 

Now  I  can  read  my  title  clear Ill 

Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 30 

Oh,  do  not  let  the  word  depart 107 

Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 37 

Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 19 

Oh,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 22 

Oh,  how  happy  are  they 97 

Oh,  sing  to  me  of  heaven 91 

Oh,  that  bright,  celestial  city 89 

Oh,  think  of  a  home  over  there 114 

Oh,  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved 29 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 14 

Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride 74 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 94 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me 16 

Salvation  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound 13 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 1 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us 81 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 68 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 20 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river 67 

94 


HYMN 

Show  pity,  Lord;  O  Lord,  forgive 6 

Sound  the  battle-cry  . 83 

Spirit  of  truth,  oh,  let  me  know 11 

Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand 96 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 32 

Still  on  the  Lord  thy  burden  roll 52 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  SAveet  hour  of  prayer 93 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 85 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story 108 

The  converts  are  gathering  from  near  and  from  far    ....  54 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 8 

There  are  angels  hovering  round 92 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 12, 109 

There  is  a  happy  land 67 

There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen 10 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 71 

There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth 76 

There's  a  Friend  above  all  others 38 

This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought 34 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give    , 72 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls 81 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son 56 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord 102 

We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus 45 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer     98 

We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above 53 

When  faint  and  weary  toiling 88 

When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  Shalt  come SO 

When  we  hear  the  music  ringing 35 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 82 

Yes,  we  part,  but  not  forever 49 

95 


INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


PAQB 

Almost  Persuaded 83 

All  to  Christ  I  owe 70 

Cleansing  Fountain 77 

I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  thee 79 

Near  the  Cross 85 

Over  There 87 

The  old,  old  Story 74 

Title  Clear 80 

Valley  of  Blessing 90 

Why  not  To-night 72 

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